Close Encounters of the Third Kind archive review: a startlingly innovative blockbuster

Steven Spielberg’s alien visitation tale returns to cinemas for its 40th anniversary in a 4K digital restoration of its director’s cut version. On its first release, Monthly Film Bulletin hailed a ‘new breed’ of intelligent science fiction film.

Richard Combs

from the Monthly Film Bulletin, April 1978

Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977)

Before it succumbs in the second half to a tone of awed, quasi-religious uplift (efficiently packaged as the ‘Force’ in Star Wars), and to a plot borrowed from the most complacent science fiction of the 50s, Close Encounters of the Third Kind is a startlingly innovative blockbuster.

Tone, as it happens, is all important, for in no real sense does the film have a theme – or rather its theme is its plot mechanism, the means by which Everyman, power-worker Roy Neary (Richard Dreyfuss), is sucked into a transcendental experience, swept from a middle-America of soap operas, pink flamingos and domestic chaos into the ecstatic realm of a sweaty, mud-splattered seer, struggling to realise his vision in a mountain of dirt and rubble piled on the electric train setting in his living room. The mechanism is the same which draws audiences into the film, inviting them to become Everyman – though they are really offered a double identification figure, with Neary as the ordinary mortal who is suddenly seized with the intensity of Van Gogh and Claude Lacombe as the scientist/intellectual also invested (François Truffaut effortlessly incarnating an old archetype) with a generous dose of Gallic humanity.

Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977)

So what the film is ‘about’, in a way, is its own illusionism, the process by which it creates a world we are invited to share – an approach intimated, after all, by Jaws, whose three men in a boat were our representatives going up against the terror of the unknown. And it has been a constant characteristic of Spielberg, from Duel onwards, that the details of plot, character and setting have a peculiarly blank, unmediated quality – all phenomena are not only equal in his world but self-sufficient and self-explanatory (which may also have something to do with the powerful but unexpressed ‘movie’ consciousness behind his work – the real world only exists as a pretext for the director).

Hence there is no discussion here – or analysis at any level – of the UFO phenomenon as such: the bright lights and funny craft that come whipping out of the sky exist only as triggers – first for the filmmaker Spielberg, then for the artist/seer Neary and investigator Lacombe, and finally for the sense of wonder in the audience. In this way, the film adroitly sidesteps the need to suggest possible explanations – mass hysteria, sinister military experiments – and never allows the audience’s scepticism to gain a foothold. Having cleared (or bypassed) the rational ground, Spielberg is free to concentrate on the magic – the gift of both moviemakers and extraterrestrial superbeings. And at this level, the film is a joy to watch, anchoring its unimaginable events in the most ordinary settings imaginable, producing a peculiar frisson that is part poetic, part comic.

Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977)

In one of the earliest manifestations of the aliens’ presence, a child wakes at night to find all his mechanical toys coming to life and scuttling about the floor (even so simple an identification has a fairly complex reflexive function: a childish innocence distinguishes those, such as Neary, first seen playing with an electric train, who will be touched by the aliens’ message, but the aliens are also, of course, simply the toys of the special effects department). Running outside after his night-visitors, the boy is spotted by his bleary-eyed mother giggling on the lawn in a pale circle of light – an exquisite shot, capped by a later moment when the child rounds a bend on a lonely country road, now palely lit by the moon, to confront a silent, stolid group of farmers also waiting for the lights to reappear (“They can fly rings round the moon”, one of them grudgingly admits, after the aliens have obliged, “but we’re years ahead of them on the highway”).

Neary’s excited attempts to tell his wife about the extraterrestrials prompts some puzzled discussion as to whether their craft are shaped more like ice-cream cones or some variety of Sara Lee cookie, and Spielberg brilliantly intertwines both the pathos and bathos of this working-class family man’s plight during a dinner-table scene, when Neary begins obsessively shaping a heap of mashed potato into the mountain of his dreams, then realising that his family is watching him in tearful dismay, offers the reassurance, “I guess you’ve noticed something a little strange with Dad. It’s okay, though. I’m still Dad.”

Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977)

In his first scene, Neary’s visionary role is anticipated by the sight of The Ten Commandments flickering on a television; later, when he wakes to the realisation that he must turn his whole house into a receptacle for his vision, Daffy Duck is duelling on the small screen with a Martian, and the subsequent scene, of Neary frantically filling his house with materials for his mountain, is properly cartoon-like in its manic action and cacophony of bangs and crashes. As the power on earth which shares the aliens’ ability to implant images in the minds of millions, it is fittingly television which finally draws Neary and his fellow visionaries to the Devil’s Tower.

But it is also about here that the plot begins to go into overdrive, with the Hitchcockian flavour of some of Spielberg’s tricks of audience control coyly emphasised by the Herrmann-esque tones of John Williams’ score and an over-extended Rushmore-type chase sequence on the Tower. And even the feverish anticipation which the film has worked up for the orgy of special effects that will attend its close encounter of the third kind is undercut by the final miscalculation of actually showing the aliens, and by the blanket of awe-struck goodwill which it draws over the doings of not only the creatures from space but the powers-that-be on earth.

For all its hesitations and insufficiencies, however, Close Encounters of the Third Kind is the first of the new breed of science fiction film, which approaches the best in the literature, and effectively obliterates the faint, sterile traces of Star Wars.



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